Roll With The Punches
DAWES · We're All Gonna Die 2016 · Track 03 of 10
Written by Blake Mills, Taylor Goldsmith
The separation was symmetrical They both retreated to their sides Drawing lists of demands And muddy lines in the sand Trying out their separate lives
Most of the damage was collateral But still inspired some debate All the principles of why all the people we love Are the same as we also can hate
You just roll with the punches Until you can't feel a thing You just roll with the punches Aww yeah
The separation was logistical Deciding what belongs to whom How dying love manifests In a rug or a chest The decorations of a room
Every promise was negotiable Most of all the ones they made alone When she finally forgave What he'll take to his grave Learning not to pick up the phone
You just roll with the punches Until you can't feel a thing You just roll with the punches Aww yeah
He starts existing as a miracle A man of static right behind your eyes That you filter everything through Without knowing you do A past and future synthesized
You just roll with the punches Until you can't feel a thing You just roll with the punches Aww yeah
You just roll with the punches Until you can't feel a thing You just roll with the punches Aww yeah